Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)

 225Scena Tertia.
 226Enter Clotten, and two Lords.
 2271. Sir, I would aduise you to shift a Shirt; the Vio-
 228lence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: where
 229ayre comes out, ayre comes in: There's none abroad so
 230wholesome as that you vent.
 231Clot. If my Shirt were bloody, then to shift it.
 232Haue I hurt him?
 2332 No faith: not so much as his patience.
 2341 Hurt him? His bodie's a passable Carkasse if he bee
 235not hurt. It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt.
 2362 His Steele was in debt, it went o'th' Backe-side the
 237Towne.
 238Clot. The Villaine would not stand me.
 2392 No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.
 2401 Stand you? you haue Land enough of your owne:
 241But he added to your hauing, gaue you some ground.
 2422 As many Inches, as you haue Oceans (Puppies.)
 243Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs.
 2442 So would I, till you had measur'd how long a Foole
 245you were vpon the ground.
 246Clot. And that shee should loue this Fellow, and re-
 247fuse mee.
 2482 If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd.
 2491 Sir, as I told you alwayes: her Beauty & her Braine
 250go not together. Shee's a good signe, but I haue seene
 251small reflection of her wit.
 2522 She shines not vpon Fooles, least the reflection
 253Should hurt her.
 254Clot. Come, Ile to my Chamber: would there had
 255beene some hurt done.
 2562 I wish not so, vnlesse it had bin the fall of an Asse,
 257which is no great hurt.
 258Clot. You'l go with vs?
 2591 Ile attend your Lordship.
 260Clot. Nay come, let's go together.
 2612 Well my Lord.  Exeunt.

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Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)